Summer In The City
Well, I managed to survive.
Almost two weeks of bacchanalian excess.
With my wildass sister and her husband Greg.
Had an awesome time at Linda’s Crib.
In Oxford, Maine.
I did the best I could.
But the food kept coming at me.
In gigantic waves.
Plus, I got to meet the man, the myth, the legend:
Now I am back in the Big City.
For what promises to be a totally groovy summer.
Will hit the Daily Catch in the North End quite often.
To see my cugino.
Today I am going over to this joint.
To check on tickets.
Will stop by here for a spell.
To soak up some culture.
Then go over to Chinatown.
For the Deep Rub.
I am feeling a certain stiffness.
Plus, I need to recover from the Maine Experience.
In the meantime, I hope you people are getting out and about.
Just remember: No matter how much you think it is.
This is not France.